Source of all we hope or dreadSheepdog, jackyl, rattler, swanWe hunt your face and long to trustThat your hid mouth will say again let there be lightA clear new day

But when we thirst in this dry nightWe drink from hot wells poisoned with the blood of childrenAnd when we strain to hear a steady homing beamOur ears are balked by stiffled moansAnd howls of desolation from the throats of sisters, brother, wild menClawing at the gates for bread

Even our own feeble handsAim to seize the crown you wearAnd work our private havock throughThe known and unknown lands of space

Absolute in flame beyond usSeed and source of dark and dayMaker whom we beg to beOur mother father comrade mate

Til our few atoms blow to dustOr form again in wiser livesOr find your face and hear our nameIn your calm voice the end of nightIf dark may endWellspring gold of dark and dayBe here, be now